Stem the Blue Tide – Work in Progress

If I were still a Christian, this is the time I’d pray
Clasp my hands like Metternich
Waste my words day by day

If I were a televangelist, I’d be roaring praise the Lord
Stamping my feet and shaking
With the adoration of the horde

Indeed were I a firm believer in a philosophy of Fate
Stoically bearing pain,
I’d be uninterested in hate

I was never a good Christian nor a stoic or a sage,
And yet now I must decide
how to live within this age

Should I, like King Canute of old, sit enthroned upon the shore
while waves of blue do undermine
and leave the kingdom insecure
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